At that time, Sima Yi, the General of the Cavalry, was not at the top of the city. He was in his residence, wearing a single dress, listening to the shouts of killing on the other side in a lonely manner, listening to the noisy sound of war drums outside the city, holding a glass of wine in his hand, but not drinking a gulp, his mood was as stirred as ripples in the wine.

Sima Shi hurriedly showed his face, and then he didn't know what to do. After dawn, he came back with a haggard face, his eyes were filled with blood, and his expression was a little nervous in peace. He gently placed a sword in front of Sima Yi.

"Father, this is the enemy's sword."

Sima Yi glanced at it, slowly put down the wine glass, took the sword, and pulled out half with a "click", revealing half of the sword body. Sima Yi narrowed his eyes, slowly pulled out the sword, looked over and over for a while, without saying anything, but the doubt in his eyes became even more intense.

"Father, I have checked it, there is no sign." Sima Shi's eyes were bitter: "The trouble is also here, and anyone may become the object of doubt."

Sima Yi glanced at him and even put the knife into the sheath: "Go and ask the Peng brothers and sisters to see if this is from the Wei family."

"My father suspected it was Wei Ba?"

"Apart from the Wei family's Wushu, I really can't think of any kind of person who can compete with the Wuwei Camp." Sima Yi stroked his beard and was silent for a moment: "Maybe the trapped camp could barely do it back then."

"If His Majesty seemed to have determined these people were dead soldiers."

"What kind of dead soldiers? Dead soldiers would withdraw from the battlefield so easily?" Sima Yi glared at Sima Shi, "If you think His Majesty thinks so, then you will underestimate him."

Sima Shi was puzzled and looked at Sima Yi expectantly. Sima Yi sighed helplessly: "He is just trying to use the trick and take the opportunity to eradicate some people. You, hurry up and transfer those of you to a safe place, and do not reveal any flaws. If there is danger, remove them immediately."

Sima Shi was shocked and quickly bowed to take the order. He then asked someone to call Peng Heng and handed him the sword.

"Go and check if this knife was made by the Wei family."

"Here." Peng Heng picked up the sword and turned around and went out. He returned to his residence. As soon as he entered the door, Peng Xiaoyu, who was writing at the desk, raised his head and looked at him, glanced at the sword in his hand, raised the corner of his mouth, and smiled.

Peng Heng sat down beside her and placed the knife on the table. Peng Xiaoyu put down her pen, took the battle knife, and caressed the simple and unpretentious scabbard with gentle eyes. As soon as she saw her eyes, Peng Heng understood.

"Is it the Wei family's sword?"

"Yes." Peng Xiaoyu nodded: "Simple and luxurious, great ingenuity and clumsy, is the design of the young master."

Peng Heng scolded a little annoyed: "Young Master, Young Master, you have him, the young master who is far away in the sky, so don't you have me as your brother?"

Peng Xiaoyu chuckled: "Brother sees you every day, and you can't do it even if you don't want to see it."

Peng Heng choked and said for a while: "So you are tired of watching me?"

"Brother." Peng Xiaoyu put down the knife and stared at Peng Heng coquettishly: "The blood is thicker than water. The family affection between you and me cannot be cut off. Why do you have to treat him? No matter what, he is also my savior. I miss his kindness and talk about him a few more times, so what's wrong?"

"Do not deceive yourself!" Peng Heng snorted disdainfully and turned his head in anger.
Chapter completed!